User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Rise of the Hordes/@comment-1298206-20140804182436/@comment-2246928-20140805150028

Birdsong drifted through gently swaying pine and elm as the noon sun rose to its seat at the center of the clear, cloudless stretch of blue sky. A thin line of campfire smoke drifted up into the horizon, carried on by teasing wind that smelt of rich pinewood and roasting fish.